...when I once again noticed just how far into personal-record-setting territory my hair has grown...
...when I randomly suddenly felt it moving for the first time while I was busy dancing about as usual while cleaning/organizing or whatever...
Call me PoofBall if You must. As long as you still Love Me for what's underneath it.
It's actually getting past that point of awkward transtional length and into its own rugged territory of curls and complete-lack-of-concern about opinions or critical commentary from the peanut gallery in general.
It happens.
And now that it's awl in unprecedented record-setting territory and I can feel it when...
W8. Is this unpresidential? Pfft. Little late for that.
Hi anyway!
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